Happy Halloween
I was able to convince Dan to carve pumpkins with me this year. He agreed to draw the designs if I agreed to gut them. I got the easy end of that bargain.
What fun would Halloween be without being able to torture the little animals with costume after costume? Absolutely none, I tell you.
They very much hated me. Scully has decided the bee costume is truly evil and must be chewed to death. Jordan, the one who usually loves wearing things, was so afraid of the lion costume she hugged up against the back of the couch and would not move on her own until I took it off her. Then, of course, right after I quit with the costumes, she runs over excited as can be that I have a sweater in my hands for her to wear.